Yeah. [She weakly nods, standing up but slow to let go of his shoulders.
It's kind of enamoring, how easily he just carried her. When she finally does let go of him, it's to hug herself with a shiver. The wool of her sweater's sucked up a lot of water, cold water at that.] I'm just-- going to take this off, okay?
You saw a whole lot more of me a minute ago, so I'm assuming your okay with it. [Tiniest amount of cheek in that comment, as she starts peeling it off overhead.]